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Copyright, 1914 
By EMME MAAK 



VAIL>BALLOU COMPANY 
BINCHAMTON AND NEW YORK 

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DEC -3 i&i4 



PREFACE 

In the present volume the imprint of the virgin 
mind has added pathos and pleasantry to the pallid 
paper, and woven romance among the acceptable 
common things of life, giving them the power of 
speech and action, bridled with the poet's fancy. 

In the vast researches of the heart-spaces, the 
writer has touched anew the themes that vibrate ever 
in the heart of the human race. 

The sincerity of feeling and earnest output of this 
book of verses attests Friendship to be its stimulat- 
ing purpose. 

Dr. Frank Crane calls books " the prophets, the 
spiritual helpers of life." They constitute the eter- 
nal democracy. 

Rose de Veaux-Royee. 



CONTENTS 

PAGE 

You 9 

Scatter Bright Smiles 11 

When Thou Art Near 13 

I've Come to Borroav Your Aeroplane 15 

Love in the Moonlight 17 

To Lieutenant Commander Richardson, U. S. N. . . 19 

To My Chum 2S 

The Turquoise Ring 25 

Love Has no Measure 37 

Love Me All the Year 29 

The Haunted Lover .31 

Sometime — Somewhere 33 

''5-\-5" 35 

Can You, Can I, Can Any One? 37 

Good-bye and God Bless You 39 

To "Alma C." 41 

Resignation 45 

Wait Not for the Grave 47 

Her Last Sleep 49 

Just Gather Round 51 



YOU 

WHEN I wake to the morning sun. 
When the new day's just begun, 
When I breathe the first breath of the morn, 
When I greet the first glimpse of the dawn, — 

'Tis then my thoughts turn to you, dear, 
'Tis then I wish you were near, 
Though my cheek is oft burned with a tear, 
I'd give my whole life — were you here. 

As the morning turns into the day 
E'en though 'tis the sweet month of May, 
E'en though the birds bursting their throats, 
With sweet warblings and Springtime notes, 

Still my thoughts turn to you, dear, 

Still I wish you were always near, 

Still my cheek is oft burned with a tear. 

Still my whole life I'd give — were you here. 

When the day wanes itself into night, 
When the Moon sheds her beautiful light. 
When the world is all peaceful and still, 
How I long, and wish, and pray, — until — 



YOU 

All my thoughts turn to you, dear, 
And I wish you were always near. 
And I go to sweet sleep with a prayer — 
And the whole prayer — is for you, dear. 



10 



SCATTER BRIGHT SMILES 

'r ills well to mix a little good with the bad 

A As we travel along life's way; 
For who says all's bad, makes hearts very sad ; 
Why not temper that sadness, and some good words 

say? 

You will live just as long and feel just as well, 
And will come just as nigh unto Heaven, 
If sometimes when you have sad news to tell, 
You just knead, with a bit of sweet leaven. 

'Tis better to scatter sweet smiles while we go. 
And make hearts feel all happy and bright ; 
So scatter your smiles, and see how they grow 
Like Sunbeams, to Souls dark as night. 

Vienna. 



11 



WHEN THOU ART NEAR 

WHEN Thou art near, thy very thought 
fain would understand, 
When far away, I only long to touch Thy hand. 
And when I hear the echo of Thy voice, 
To be with Thee would ever be my choice. 

So near we are, and yet so far apart; 
Oh, cruel grave, to hold a living heart ! 
But may God grant in yonder land 
That we may enter hand in hand. 

And thus may travel through Eternity, 
Together glorious realms of Heaven see; 
United then forever, nevermore to part 
Forever hand in hand and heart to heart. 

Lucerne, Switzerland. 



IS 



I'VE COME TO BORROW YOUR 
AEROPLANE 

I'VE come to borrow your Aeroplane 
To cross the sea to-day. 
To buy and do all my marketing 
In quite the Parisian way. 
I'll sail the ocean so wide and blue, 
I'll guide the rudder true ; 
If you will lend me your Aeroplane 
I'll bring it back again. 

S ailing y sailing o'er the ocean blue. 
Rocking^ rocking as the breezes blow, 
S ailing y sailing Vll come back to yow. 
Bringing all my Paris shopping — Oh! - 
SaUi/ng, sailing o*er the ocean blue. 
Rocking, rocking as the breezes blow. 

The World's " To-morrow " will soon be seen 

When people a-flying will go, 

And Trains, and Autos, and Limousines 

The " Airists " will nevermore know. 

They'll Golf, and Tennis, and Polo too, 

But games will all seem new, 

For when played up in the clouds, you see, 

Things just quite the same cannot be. 



15 



rVE COME TO BORROW YOUR AEROPLANE 

Sailing, sailing o*er the ocean blue. 
Rocking, rocking as the breezes blow. 
Sailing, sailing I'll come back to yow. 
Bringing all my Paris shopping — Oh! — 
Sailing, sailing o'er the ocean blue. 
Rocking, rocking as the breezes blow, 

Vienna, 1910. 



16 



LOVE IN THE MOONLIGHT 

I WONDER where you are to-night, dear boy, 
And if the same sweet Moon you now enjoy; 
The same white Moon, so beautiful to-night 
That gave us yester eve enrapt delight. 

How gracefully she sails the milky way, 
Nor tears, nor laughter doth her tenor stay ; 
Just now the Cloud-ship anchors in her wake — 
Perhaps sweet pencraft from some Lover take. 

Ah, yes! Me-thinks it is from thee. 
To tell me how you'll constant be; 
My heart beats fast at thought of this — 
Mayhap you've sent a tiny kiss. 

Thus I watch her trailing brightly 
You, my Moon Love, whom I nightly 
Gaze on, wondering, fear to laud ; 
Fear I've made the Moon my God. 

For I live two lives — they will not live apart ; 

I'm here — you're there — but still you're in my 

heart. 
And since last night the Moon Love formed the chain, 
To-night your absence gives me pain. 



17 



LOVE IN THE MOONLIGHT 

You were so gentle — Ah, how sweet your voice ! 
I hear it yet — with Moon-let chimes, and I rejoice 
To think how sweetly 'neath the Silver Moon, 
Your voice rings on like a Lover's tune. 

Rings on ! Sings on ! And passing well. 
At midnight winds a canticle 
Which, as I hear, and join you in its tune, 
Floats through the skies — up to the Moon. 

But listen ! In yon grand old wood, 
The trees sing on, to cheer my solitude ; 
The tune they sing is mournful yet and slow ; 
Forsooth a silent tear doth flow. 

This hour last night we stood beside the sainted rock 
My heart still bursting with its secret, broke. 
And there upon that Altar Stone, 
I wished you were my very own. 

And all my feeling and all my heart's thought 
Which I gave you then will ne'er be forgot. 
E'en though time dims the picture in my heart. 
My love remains as true as at the start. 

And on land or on sea, it were ever my choice 
Just to listen and hear, and to live for your voice. 
And here 'neath my Moon do I pledge to your health 
Your VOICE has chain-bound me — yours fast until 
death. 



18 



TO LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RICHARD- 
SON, U.S.N. 

(By request) 

TO you, Commodore, with your joyous laugh, 
As you stand there alone, e'en without any 
staff; 
You win all the ladies — how happy they are 
With you as their guide, like a shining star. 

Yes, ladies and misses, and girls, and one child, 

In the snares of your wonderful laugh, you've be- 
guiled. 

But that makes you no matter, you stand and laugh 
on 

Till all other men, so neglected, be gone. 

For the ladies don't see them, nor hear what they say, 
They wait for your laugh, and none will go 'way ; 
For you have them all charmed, and they give not a 

wot. 
While you laugh, they are riveted right to the spot. 

For the ladies all love you, you dear Commodore, 
But that's nothing new, 'tis the same as of yore ; 
Just as Uniform gay, with its buttons so bright, 
Wins all of the ladies, 'tis love at first sight. 



19 



LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RICHARDSON 

They know all the battle signs, signs of the brave 
Men who were true to their Country, and gave 
Life, soul and body, their Flag to save; 
These are the signs of the true and the brave. 

How we loved him, the man with the Martial air, 
He's lauded, his praises sung everywhere; 
Through sunshine and gloom, and on bloody stained 

strand. 
He stands forth so noble, so mighty and grand. 

What matters to him if a brave one has fallen. 
He's there with his " laff " and to " lafF " is his 

calling, 
And amid slaughtered foe, e'en though death's in his 

hand, 
He's true to his trust — his life for his Land. 

He laughs doubt in the face, amid great battle shock. 
He's as stanch and as firm as an Alpine rock. 
He turns never backward, but bears on his Flag, 
As he rides bravely forth on his fiery-eyed stag. 

Perhaps you can recognize, midst all this quaff, 
That this ode has been running to one on the Staff ; 
A Lieutenant Commander, United States Navy; 
If some think that title a trifle too heavy. 



20 



LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RICHARDSON 

Just call him Clark Richardson, prefixed by Louis, 
But for all who have heard his sweet laugh, it will do 

us. 
The same that we've called him as in days of yore. 
Just one plain good word, 'tis enough — " Commo- 
dore." 

Now the one little girl, who was mentioned above. 
Who has given the " Commodore " all of her love. 
Who so wholly was won, by the Commodore's laugh- 
ter. 
Is just six years old, and is my little daughter. 

New York City, 1913. 



21 



TO MY CHUM 

SOMETIMES I think of the days gone by, 
And the things we used to say ; 
Sometimes I think, and I often sigh 
For the good old yesterday. 

And I think of the places we used to go — 
The nooks, and the lanes, and the trysts ; 
We were happy then, but who can know 
What the future means when fate insists? 

And sometimes I think of the things we'd do ; 
Ah! Those memories, how they come! 
How we walked in the rain, and the snow, we two, 
In the days when you were my chum. 

Nothing mattered then, whether dark or bright. 
We were true whether sunshine or storm. 
And I often think back, in the stillness of night, 
To the days when you were my chum. 

Berlin. 



23 



THE TURQUOISE RING 

DO you remember the Turquoise Ring 
That you gave me, dear lover of mine? 
To me, that Turquoise meant everything. 
And since that day, my heart has been thine. 

I was proud to have won you, and sweet were your 

arms. 
You dear, darling lover of mine; 
And your heart was so brave, and winsome your 

charms. 
And oh ! How your dark eyes did shine ! 

And the years that have passed since then between. 
You dear, darling lover of mine, 

Have brought to me some of both pleasure and pain. 
But for you will my heart always pine. 

For you were so good and so noble and true, 
You dear, darling lover of mine, 
And oft in my dreams, I call out to you — 
And the Moon through my window doth shine. 

And the years will soon prove what is false and un- 
true. 
You dear, darling lover of mine. 
But you never can know how I cared for you, 
'Till you see Resurrection Day shine. 

Vienna, September, 1910. 

25 



LOVE HAS NO MEASURE 

I LOVE you while day is fleeting hour by hour, 
And I love you even more. 

I love you through the night, while the stars are 

trailing o'er. 
And I love you even more. 

Your love, my life I'd gladly give to pay for, 
And I love you even more. 

All the world I'd gladly gather, and give into your 

power. 
And I love you even more. 

There are other loves, and you may think that some 

are truer, 
But I love you even more. 

I have loved you in the many happy days of yore. 
Now I love you even more. 

And my love is as the dew from Heaven, sweet and 

pure, 
And I love you even more. 

And I pray that God may always on you blessings 

pour. 
And I love you even more. 

27 



LOVE HAS NO MEASURE 

While my Heavenly Home I wait for, God forgive 

me, but I'm sure. 
That I love you even more. 

For I love you stronger, deeper than my heart's deep 

core. 
And I love you even more. 

And my love is as the height of Heaven from earth is 

far. 
And I love you even more. 

And my love cannot be measured, for no measures 

likened are, 
For I love you even more. 



28 



LOVE ME ALL THE YEAR 

LOVE me in the Spring 
When the birdlings sing, 
Love me in the snow, 
Wlien the North winds blow. 

For I love but you, 
And I will be true, 
Come and be my own dear, 
Love me all the year. 

Be my very own, dear. 
Hold me always near. 
And I'll shed no tear 
While you're always here. 

Geneva, Switzerland. 



29 



THE HAUNTED LOVER 

THE saddening thought of being alone, 
When night draws nigh and day is done, 
Makes heart beat cold and eyes grow dim 
With tears that come at thought of him. 

O why are we so far apart. 

Who have such warm and loving hearts ? 

'Tis not for me to give reply — 

Go find, and bring, and ask him why? 

But if you cannot find him soon. 
Just bring a slab of carven stone. 
For if he comes not back to me, 
I'm sure that death will set me free. 

And in my grave I'll not be lonely, 
For graves are made for cold clay only; 
But back to earth shall my spirit hover. 
And follow all through life — my Lover. 

Niagara, 1904. 



31 



SOMETIME — SOMEWHERE 

SINCE, dear one, you have not been faithful, 
Not even for so short a while. 
For one short space while I was absent. 
You ne'er again may see me smile. 

I loved you — Yes, I loved you madly ! 
And faithful to you did I wait ; 
But tidings came and now I sadly 
Must know you have another mate. 

So now my grief and desolation 
Are more than my poor heart can bear; 
There's naught can give me consolation. 
Until we meet. Sometime, — Somewhere ! 

Prague, 1910. 



" 5 + 5 " 

NOW I must run, with my kitten and play, 
And be happy — I'm five years old to-day. 
I'm a very big girl, and my lessons are over. 
And here comes my kitten, and dear little Rover. 

I've said 5 -{- 5, and my nursie said " 10," 

And I just " believed " her, and said yes, — and then 

She said I must write it, and 'member it too, 

I'm 'fraid 'twill be awfully hard to do. 

But when nursie has things like that to say, 

I just have to do it — I can't even play ; 

And kitten and Rover just wait, and look lonely. 

For when they want real fun, they play with me only. 

I have a big penny, — Daddy gave me to hold. 

It makes me feel big — don't you think I look old ? 

My Daddy, he has just plenty of moneys. 

Why I saw him have a whole handful of " pennies." 

I'm going to-day, out to look at the birdies. 
Nurse says there are three little ones in the nest, 
I wonder which this is, and which one the *' third " is ; 
I'm sure I shall like the Blue one best. 



35 



" 5 + 5 " 

And to-night, after nursie is fast asleep, 

I'll creep to the window, and take one little peep. 

To my dear Big White Friend, my Sweetheart — the 

Moon 
I wonder if I shall be sleepy too soon. 

Nursie told me to 'member that " two 5's make 10 " ; 
She told me to say it, and say it, and then — 
I wonder what that means, and why she would scold. 
And I wonder when I shall be " ten " years old. 



36 



CAN YOU, CAN I, CAN ANY ONE? 

WHAT is the meaning of a kiss? 
'Tis only love begun ; 
What no one truly wants to miss, 
Not you, not I, not any one. 

Can any one a kiss define? 
Can you, can I, can any one? 
Can any one a kiss decline? 
Not you, not I, not any one! 

And though a kiss 'tween you and me. 
Or you, or I, or any one, 
Is something which we cannot see, 
Not you, not I, not any one. 

I ask you then would you refuse. 
Would you, would I, would any one? 
This little greeting sweet to use? 
Not you, not I, not any one. 

But when in kissing, who can tell, 
Can you, can I, can any one? 
The price a kiss would cost to sell? 
Not you, not I, not any one. 



37 



CAN YOU, CAN /, CAN ANY ONE? 

And yet a kiss is all in all, 
To you, or I, or any one. 
Who would a single kiss recall? 
Not you, not I, not any one. 

New Orleans, La. 



38 



GOOD-BYE AND GOD BLESS YOU 

GOOD-BYE and God Bless you, was all that she 
said, 
When I started away from home ; 
And she knew not the path where my wanderings led, 
Nor the ways where my footsteps should roam. 

Good-bye and God Bless you, was ever her prayer. 

Since the days when I was a child ; 

I can see her yet, as I saw her there, 

As she looked through her tears and smiled. 

'Twas a smile at parting, but who could say. 
What heart-aches, and sorrows she bore 
As she looked at me fondly and said that day, 
Good-bye, and God Bless you, once more. 

'Twas an old " Farewell," used by many another, 

At parting, some one to address. 

But it seemed much more sacred, when said by 

a Mother, 
Each word was a loving caress. 



39 



GOOD-BYE AND GOD BLESS YOU 

As she stood by my side with her arm 'round my 

neck, 
While she kissed me and said " Good-bye," 
I lingered for fear her poor heart would break 
When she said — " May God Bless You — Good- 
bye." 

And as long as I live, and wherever I roam, 

I will hear till the day that I die, 

Those last words of my Mother, that day I left home, 

As she said — " May God Bless You — Good-bye." 

Interlaken, Switzerland. 



40 



TO " ALMA C." 

ONE beautiful night — not long ago, 
There came to earth a little stranger ; 
She arrived 'midst December's ice and snow, 
And her trip was a mixture of love and danger. 

The love of a Mother, so warm and tender, 

Was the guardian angel along the way. 

Though December, — came Martins Bor to attend 

her; 
She arrived sweet and smiling, as though 'twere in 

May. 

And from that day to this, she retains that sweet 

smile, 
Which she shares and doles out like bright rays of 

sunlight ; 
Comforts and cheers, and consoles all the while. 
Causing all sorrows and cares to take flight. 

Time goes on in its swiftness, and each day grows 

older. 
But this little stranger grows younger, and younger ; 
So young that 'ere long she was called a young Miss, 
Then came the young Hopefuls, in hopes of a kiss. 



41 



TO "ALMA Cr 

Next came the " accepted," who won her true heart, 
What cared he for the flight of time? 
So he courted and captured with Dan's cunning art, 
And how happy they looked, while the Bells played 
the chime. 

When next this small stranger permits us a vision, 
She's cooing and cuddling upon her warm heart, 
Such another " Small Stranger," and no need to 

question. 
They are strange, but not strangers, and naught can 

them part. 

With the next step of time, we arrive at the present. 
And we see her a vision, so charming, petite. 
She's so winsome and loving, and always complacent. 
Though there are times, we know, when she's truly 
vegete. 

She's been loved, and will be loved on to the end. 
And long live her friendships, as closer they bind 
Both hearts and hands that are willing to lend 
Loyal friendship so true that can ne'er be diffined. 

So here may we pledge to her, lift high the glass ! 
Long life, and good health; old friends, and some 

new! 
May her heart be protected by love's own Cuirass 
And may all who surround her prove faithful and 

true. 



m 



TO " ALMA Cr 

If she wears on her finger a Turquoise Ring, 
She is sure to be happy — Dame Fortune's decree — 
And youth round her ever and always will cling, 
For the Birth-stone, her fate will guide and o'ersee. 

Now here's to the health of our friend " Alma C." — 
May the wish be not vain, while the cup we now drain, 
May she always from cares and sorrows be free; 
We've wished it, but may we not wish it again ! 

Now I send you this line of Birth-day greeting. 
Which I hope you'll accept, for its own merits less 
Than my wish to call back Father Time in his fleet- 
ing? 
May He irrnner wie Heute daselhe you bless ! 

Written to " Alma C." on her 
Birthday Anniversary, 1913. 
New York City. 



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RESIGNATION 

DEAR little Robin now has flown, 
Summer has passed away, 
Sad is my heart, I am all alone, 
You, dear, beneath the clay. 

Dear little Robin, dear little love, dear little Summer 

too. 
If I could only, truly I would, come and go with you 

too. 

Nevermore can joy be mine. 
Sorrow has filled my heart. 
Since from you and the Robin too, 
I must forever part. 

Dear little Robin, dear little love, dear little Summer 

too, 
If I could only, truly I would, come and go with you 

too. 

Joplin, Mo., 1912. 



45 



WAIT NOT FOR THE GRAVE 

IF you have a word of cheer, or a flower to bestow, 
Or if you only have a smile which might a heart- 
ache save, 
Give them to me while I'm here — do not wait until 

I go; 
Let me see them while I may, do not save them for 
my grave. 

Cheer my heart and light my pathway with your 
smiles and words of love; 

Wait not till the dark grave claims me with its som- 
ber shroud; 

But give me something of your thoughts, my heart 
to move. 

Oft kindly words are wont to rift the darkest cloud. 

Or if perhap you have a word of praise. 
Then give it now, wait not until 
The grave has claimed me, and my days 
Have ended, and I'm far beyond recall. 

Keep not the roses just to cast upon my bier; 
Why save all the flowers of life until I'm dead? 
Give them to me while I'm living, let me see them 

while I'm here, 
Let me have not all death tokens — send some living 

ones instead. 
Pittsburg, Pa., 1906. 

47 



HER LAST SLEEP 

RING the bell softly, bow down thy head, 
She whom you loved is dead. 
Sleeping, she's free from all sorrow and woe, 
Struggles and cares she'll nevermore know. 

Kiss her so gently though you must weep. 
Rouse her not, for she sleeps her last sleep. 
Ring the bell softly, bow down thy head. 
She whom you loved is dead. 



49 



JUST GATHER ROUND 

WHEN loving hands have laid me in the cold, 
cold ground, 
I would not have you weep for me — 

JUST GATHER ROUND. 

No words can help me — life's forever o'er. 

Just keep me in your memory, though I am no more. 

The trees will hum and sing their mournful sound. 
But shed no tear for me — just gather kound. 
I cannot answer, but I'll know you're near, 
And I shall wait to meet you, in that great Some- 
where. 

My sorrows then will all be joyous crowned,' 
I pray that you will speak no word, — 

JUST gather round. 
A loving hand laid gently on my brow. 
And I am sure that I shall know 

That you are near me, though I'm 'neath the mound, 
And I shall know that those who love me, have — 

JUST gathered round. 
And though your hearts with grief be swelling. 
Just lay me in my narrow dwelling. 



51 



JUST GATHER ROUND 

And while from me, you'll hear no " Farewell " sound, 
Just think a kindly thought, — and gather round. 
And may you have in your memory, 
A tiny place reserved for me. 

Mayhap a tiny flower that speaks no word — no 

sound. 
You lay upon my bier, and then — 

JUST GATHER ROUND. 

And I shall await you in joy above, 
And hope we may meet in Heavenly Love. 



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